“Just so we’re clear, if I say ‘shut up’ and you say ‘make me’, I am instantly thinking about making out with you. Also just so we’re clear, if you say ‘shut up’ and I say ‘make me’, that is most definitely an invitation to make out with me.”
//most likely will result in queerplatonic, romantic, sexual, and/or frenemy ships; this open to mutuals who have not yet interacted as well; any fandom/verse
The Doctors eyes widen and she looks like a fish on dry land for a moment.
“Wait… do- do you mean me as well? You’d want to kiss me… you- you want me to kiss you??” She floundered, not really sure how to respond in this situation and settled for blushing dark red.
“I- I haven’t actually kissed anyone in this body before…”
The Master feigns astonishment, but draws close to the Doctor, leaning down, peering down at she who is at last shorter.
“I don’t doubt you could disarm a Dalek Fleet with your bare teeth and, maybe, a box of toothpicks and a jar of olives, or some other utterly incomprehensible, implausible combination of ingredients, but you don’t get to do that this time.”
He gathers her closer, tugging her near by the suspender straps.
“The pleasure of protection gets to be mine. I get to be the beast who paces in circles around you, so you can remain true to your quest for hope and innocence.”
–//–
On one hand… The Doctor couldn’t help but POUT at his reply. Because he was right, she was good at that and she hated being told what she could and couldn’t do…
But, On the other hand… She felt like melting in adoration.
Her eyes widened slightly the words that left his lips, Making her love for him grow even more… was that even possible? She already felt like she was bursting a the seams with the love she felt towards this beautiful man… but she guess she had been wrong, because she loved him even more now.
The saying – You save everyone, but who will save you? – Popped into her head as she listened to him and she couldn’t help, but cup his cheeks and pull him down into a sweet kiss.
“Thank you.” She whispered against his lips, pressing her forehead against his.
//lol
Those who got the symbols 🐨☕️ from me in an ask, it’s not a meme thing. XD
*10 lies on his back, draping himself over the masters lap, a cheeky smile on his face*
The Master’s eyebrow shot up, almost disappearing under his hairline. He waited until the Doctor had settled, before shaking his head at him, stifling a laugh.
“Cat,” he teased. “All that’s missing is the purring.”
“Perhaps you just need to pet my head.” He told him cheekily, before tugging at his sleeve, wanting him to lie down next to him….and snuggle.
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